suppose

512 Entries for “suppose”

I suppose that you think that I’m going to write something creative. No, sorry, not today. Today I don’t want to do anything. I am going to sit and read a book all day and drink a cup of hot cocoa by a warm fire that is roasting loudly.

I read a book called ‘Supposing” by Alastor Reid. It was a series of chance situations. The sense was very existentialist and I liked it. I’ve always supposed that if I loved philosophy over faith, I would be an existentialist.

Suppose I don’t get to where I want to be. Suppose that things don’t work out the way I want them to. Is it really that bad? Probably not, because I don’t know what’s out there. I don’t believe in predestination so really even if what I want to happen doesn’t that may mean that something I never thought of may.

I suppose I should be happy, I should be free.. but in fact what we should do it’s what we are not supposed to be, to do, to feel… Just follow the heart, don’t think on it.. just follow… until you find what you are looking for..

i suppose that Clara could have picked up all of my dog’s poo in my back yard, or maybe Tea could have. But then again, Richie asked me for twenty bucks even though i don’t remember him doing me any favor. So maybe he could have done it. Wait, no it must have been Trey, he loves dogs, but he doesn’t like poo. I couldn’t have been him.

i suppose everythings going to be okay. suppose doesnt really reassure you of anything, actually. its more of a doubtful thought. ” I suppose”. That’s not the best answer to give someone who’s indecisive.

Suppose you flew an airplane over the Atlantic Ocean and crashed and was never ever found again like Amelia Earhart. Where did she go exactly? Did her and the plane just disappear into the negative space? Suppose Aliens abducted her… Do you think Amelia Earhart knows what it’s like to be in another galaxy? Suppose you were to die over the Atlantic Ocean… Would you haunt the sailors that passed through? Is Amelia Earhart the Bermuda Triangle? Suppose you robbed a dollar store… Would people think you were a stripper? Would you rob the cash register or the items in the store itself? Because there’s not much in a dollar store cash register, and all of their items are either cheap, tacky, or just down right shitty. I suppose we’ll never know.

suppose for a second that this life isn’t about us. It’s about God and Jesus and what they have done for us. Suppose God sent His son to die for your sins, to love you into heaven. Suppose your own efforts weren’t enough. Suppose it was a free gift from Jesus, just for you. Suppose all you had to do was say “Yes” to Jesus leading your life and accepting His forgiveness for your sins, welcoming you to heaven for eternity. Say “Yes!”

Suppose, suppose, suppose. That was all he ever did. I couldn’t stand it for much longer! Why did he find it so hard to firmly agree or object to something? I didn’t understand it, wasn’t sure I could. He had always been that way and I was starting to think that perhaps he always would be.

I don’t like today’s word. It’s hard to describe. It looks like it has french origins…. what do you suppose? it’s a word full of promise, wonder, purpose, good intentions. It is a vague word. it means think, I think. hahaa.

suppose the world as we see it was not real. suppose the the fact that we see, hear or sense in any which way was not really real. suppose the whole world realizes that God never meant the world to be what it is today, suppose….

i suppose we can mak the world a better place and i suppose that we can be more optimistic and allow god to illuminate our minds and such. i suposse that i can confess my feelings to my crush and have us become something unexpected i supose a lot of thinsgs to bh lol and i really WANT TO TELL HIM HOW NI FEEL SO BADLY.

Her eyes are dull now, her hair no longer glistening with the sun. It seems like the band of metal on her hand has transformed her into zombie of sorts. She’s not the girl you knew from before. She would’ve scuffed her sneakers on the worn floor before answering, having a slight blush on her face.

I suppose that writing about suppose is a conundrum in and of itself. Why do we suppose that other people suppose things about us? We assume that people dislike us or suppose they know the truth, but in reality, our presuppositions are judgmental and take us farther from the truth. Suppose we stop and listen to people before judging what they do.

Suppose you think of someone, and maybe you are half-naked–or fully naked–in the bedroom, and you think of that someone and maybe they are fully clothed in the waiting line at the DMV or the hair salon but in your head they are just as bare as you.

I suppose I should stress less. If only I could find a way. It seems the only way to stop stressing is to quit school, quit both my jobs, run away to the wilderness, and live as a hermit. However, this plan lacks sophistication. I suppose I will just learn to live with the stress.

“I suppose you can come with me,” the grumpy head of the house said stubbornly. With a swish of his cloak, he entangled her in a world she had never seen before, one infiltrated with darkness, mystery, and intrigue.

I suppose no matter how hard we try, love either stays with us or runs from us. Nobody can catch it unless it wants them to. It’s almost a disease. I suppose no matter how hard we try, we will always be stuck with or without this disease of love.

Suppose you wander down the road, and no one stops you. And you just keep going and going until you feel comfortable to stop. Suppose you end up in a beautiful place. Charming and perfect for the essence of you. Suppose you would have stopped. Where would you be now? Stuck in the same place. Regretting that you stopped. So do you stop or press on?

I suppose something of a nap would have been useful instead of taking two 30 mg of Ritalin in an attempt to stay alert during my Philosophy class. My professor was reminiscent of Ben Stein. In other words, I had Ferris Bueller’s Economics teacher. I suppose he switched classes.

Suppose you slept last night. Suppose you brewed a fresh cup instead of reheating the two-day old leftovers in the pot. Suppose your forgot it on your way out the door. Suppose you never got her pregnant. Suppose it’s yours. Suppose now he’s raising your daughter as per her request to not get involved, to not break her home. Suppose you never met that girl, or that other one, or the other one. Suppose you never got on the plane. Suppose you never caught her sneaking out under the garage door. Suppose you didn’t come up for air after you jumped off the hotel roof into that pool and drowned with your friend who hit his head, but you didn’t know, because when you saw the lights you just ran. Suppose you told his parents what happened. Suppose you never did drugs. Suppose you never hid behind a door while your father stumbled through the house looking for you with a broken beer bottle when you were twelve. I’m in quite good health, I suppose. Suppose you never fell in love. Suppose you never followed her pair shaped ass upstairs to her attic apartment. Suppose you took that job instead of staying to take care of your sick mother. Suppose she gets better. Suppose she doesn’t. Suppose the ticking of your heart counting down all the hours you have left like a finite clock. Suppose things get better. Suppose they do. The what’s supposed to happen?

suppose people change the way they think and live for one and another. suppose companies focus on their employees and their quality instead of profit. suppose i live my life happily and filled with love. suppose this all comes true and the world doesnt have any problems. whats next then? suppose this is all hoax.

I suppose I don’t need to go into detail about my affair. It’s not much of a story, anyway. We met at the bar in the hotel I was staying at for my business meeting in Boston and the rest is, as it would go, history. She had a fiance back in Dallas, I have a wife in L.A. What else would you do?

Suppose you had everything you wanted, everything you ever dream of. What would you do with it? Would you be happy? Suppose you have everything you wanted: a car, your dream house, a paradise; Is it enough to make you happy?

Suppose I already did this word yesterday? Then what would I write about today? Would I write about how delicious my coffee is? How much I’m excited that I actually want to go to the gym? How I thought a lot about motherhood today? But not in a weird, “I wanna get pregnant” way…in an, “I’m excited and I already love my future children, I know this will happen within the next five or six years” kind of way. Hm.

Suppose life was as it should be. Suppose I could actually think of what to write right now in English Class. Suppose I’d not be slacking off, not writing anything for a essay due in two days, and I would be freaking out so much. Suppose I could actually think and not be blocked by writer’s block!

I guess I’ll write about suppose again. So for today, I suppose life is good. My guess, my thoughts, my I don’t-really-know word. I think about it and really don’t know. So today I am going to crash out and right suppose over and over again. The world’s ending, I suppose I’ll go grab some ice cream.